Timing is everything

I went to the first half of "dance explosion" at my school this evening. I walked out of the auditorium at intermission for a bathroom break and kept going. About two minutes after I got into my car, the rain began. Timing is important.

It was one of those painfully long weeks. The paper went to press Monday night. I had to cover for another teacher during my only free moments of time on Wednesday. I had a meeting during lunch on Thursday. I was far to occupied all week. Annoying. 

Even my date night was too much. Cas was totally exhausted on Thursday, and I was tired enough not to mind that he wanted to sleep instead of get together. Man, we're both ready for the summer. 

He came out for a light dinner this evening between school and dancing, and I had the decency to tell him that he was not expected to attend the dance show. He appreciated my low expectations. I just don't love dance all that much. It's probably great exercise, but I'm not entirely sure it's art. I know that makes me a jerk, and I'm not sure I care. 

Honestly, I wouldn't have gone if my colleagues and I hadn't guilted one another into attending in what professionally mirrored a suicide pact. I'm only going because you're going. 

Okay, I guess I'm going. Blegh. Joke's on you, significantly younger teachers, I left while there was still time to get into my car all dry. Enjoy the rain, ladies. 

I'm going to bed early tonight. I don't even think I have it in me to stay awake for a glass of wine. I may read a little or press play on some DVR offering, but I'm not promising anything. It's clearly time for sleeping, and timing is very important. Heck, timing is everything.